PastPresentContinuum

Most times
    like wails behind glass doors,
    into another eyes, I look but never see
    the love, the hurt, a thousand words
    spoken on a muted TV.

Some times
    like life passing in a flash,
    a new face, I see in a strange city
    the hope, the longing, the tacit promises
    that second lasts an eternity.

Those times
    like walking into a trap,
    caught in that space, my eyes or theirs
    is it me or is it them
    which ones speak? who hears?

All times
    like life is playing a game,
    it hides me, it seeks me
    I lose, I win, I start all over again
    but life prevails; and it lets me be.

Guru speak: Join The Army, Visit exotic places, meet strange people, then kill them.

We all like to hang out with our own kinds.
Does that make us gay?
Mind gay?

Guru speak: I am confused, is he a straight gay man or is he a gay straight man?  - Carrie